Experiences Never Stop

By Rebecca Walters Hopkins

Do you ever wonder if evil and God are real? Do you ever wonder what happens to you after you die? In this book I reveal my true encounters of seeing and hearing from evil and what evil and darkness truly are. . . and how God prevails in all things when you believe in him. I share my experiences of seeing God in all of his glory. Hearing God's voice and what it is like to feel God's glorious presence. God's presence is tremendously powerful. I also share my dream visits from spirits that are deceased, as well as my profound experiences of being an empath and medium, in speaking with my guides, my father, angels, and God himself. It is overwhelmingly exciting and humbling for me to share my true experiences with you. These experiences have taught me how to live life now and to trust one's instincts. This book teaches you that God and evil are real. These lessons I have learned, will help you make wise choices while you're alive before you die.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Dec 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781982239657

Rebecca Walters Hopkins

She has an extraordinary gift granted to her from God. She is clairaudient and hears from God repeatedly. Her spirit guides and her father guide her daily from heaven. This is her fourth book, and she uses her gifts of empathy and mediumship to help others understand lessons from God. She shares how prayer changes her life and will help you grow. The experiences continue.

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

A Message for the Reader

Experiences Never Stop

Encountering Evil

Hearing From God

References

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to thank my beloved husband, Michael. With his constant support, love, understanding, steadfastness, and protection from harm from people who do not understand, I could not have finished this book. I would like to thank Jessica for always being there for me no matter what, for her words of encouragement, and for reminding me to do what is right and be true to myself. I would like to thank Tammy for always listening when I was at my worst, having to deal with the ones who cannot begin to understand who I am and what I have dealt with. For her reassurance that I should follow my heart and stand up for myself, no matter who tries to harm me. I would like to thank Dana and Jim for being accepting of what I have shared with them, for their assistance in helping me, and for their belief in me. Their understanding comforted my soul when I needed it most. I am grateful for all of these people. Without them with me, beside me, I do not know if I could have finished writing this book on my own. I know God sent most of these people to help me on this journey.

A MESSAGE FOR THE READER

This book is my true accounts I have experienced through August 11, 2018 to June 26, 2019. The experiences continue. I post the dates of when these experiences happen because I want you, the reader to understand how it randomly happens to me. I share my encounters with my spirit guides and how I receive information from my spirit guides and my father. I share the many dream visits I dreamed from spirits. I also explain what it is like being an empath and medium and how it affects me during these incidents. I reveal how I see, hear and sense from evil and God. I have learned the reason I have been born is to write these things for God. I have been given a second chance by God, to write and share the experiences, only to help you, understand that evil and God are real. Through my encounters, I hope it helps you, understand that this information is important to anyone to know before they die.

I have put my thoughts in quotes and I have italicized everything God has spoken to me. I wanted you, the reader to be able to distinguish exactly what God has stated anywhere in the book. My gifts were given to me by God, are only to help you, and others know that God is real and evil is real.

Sincerely,

Rebecca Walters Hopkins

EXPERIENCES NEVER STOP

It was a sweltering morning on August 11, 2018 in West End, North Carolina. I had to work a half day at the hair salon in town. I dressed for work; I whispered my prayers of protection as usual. This practice protected my energy from the various people I saw at the salon. I had learned that certain people’s negative energy drained me of my energy when I was around them. It was exhausting for me, being an empath. People had no idea what their energy was or felt like. I was born a medium and an empath. I immediately sensed energy that was positive and negative. An empath absorbed energy like a sponge. I felt energy and picked up on subtle things from people. It felt like adjectives being thrown at me. I learned I am clairaudient (hearing what is inaudible) and claircognizant (clear knowing). I sensed and heard music, words, and sentences from my spirit guides all the time.

(My three spirit guides: Ilene, Dan, and my master guide. Ilene lived in Ireland in 1589 and was a relative on my dad’s side of the family. Her full name was Ilene Fitzgerald. She lived in the Ross Castle and loved to ride horses when she was allowed. I had seen her in my mind’s eye: she was a beautiful woman with creamy white skin, long reddish dark-brown hair, and had petite hands. She had told me she ate stews, potatoes and chicken and was especially happy living at the Ross Castle.

Dan was a boyfriend of mine when I was nineteen years old. He was six foot four with blue eyes and fine sandy-colored hair. He was outgoing, friendly, and always smiled. He died in a car wreck at the age of twenty-three in 1989.

My master guide was an angel. He sounded masculine, like a man. My master guide taught Ilene and Dan how to help guide me. Ilene and Dan answered to my master guide.

I also heard from my dad, Archie. He was five feet six with blue eyes, and he had brown wavy hair when he was young—a loving, kind, hardworking man. He loved to joke around and made you laugh. He died in 2012. I heard music, words, and sentences from my dad all the time. My guides played music first, then they spoke to me. My dad did the same. Then I knew who I was speaking to. I learned that they were all with God and that God had appointed my dad to help me write. I believed that was why I heard from my father; he was not a guide. I was truly blessed to be able to hear from my father. I loved and trusted him. Dad played gospel music and one or two songs that were not gospel. He loved to hear gospel music in the church on Sundays.

I had grown to love Ilene; I heard from her the most. She was soft spoken and always played music to help me. When I was sad, she played music that made me laugh. She changed what music I heard to suit my mood and who I was around. It was a variety of music, some of which I heard when I was a child. She had been with me since birth. I heard from Dan the least; I believed he was busy with other things most of the time. But I heard from him often. He loved to play music from the 70s and 80s. He loved classic rock and heavy metal. That was what I heard from him. My master guide played only one song: Shout, by Tears for Fears. I always heard this song after I prayed, and he told me something from God. I had been told he was with God, and God spoke directly to my master guide. When I heard from my master guide, I stopped what I was doing and always listened. It had taken me months to understand all of these things. But I knew them all to be true. I was used to hearing from them, sometimes all at once. It used to be excessively distracting, at times giving me a headache. But now I knew I needed them all to be a part of my life. I felt blessed to have this gift. It was difficult at times and came with a great deal of responsibility.)

The morning flew by, and I finished up at the salon. I was drained again. It had been a long, busy week. I prepared for my vacation in two days, I needed some time off. I looked in the mirror, and I was surprised. I looked great and not worn-out. All my makeup was on like it was that morning when I left for work. This was not what I normally looked like before I started doing daily prayers of protection. My makeup looked faded, hair flat, eyes sad and exhausted at the end of the day.

I stated to my spirit guides, Well, the prayers of protection are working. Thank you.

On my way home I stopped by the megastore to pick up some shrimp and a few supplies for our vacation. Today, I noticed when I walked into the front entrance that the energy was low and felt heavy. The shoppers I passed had horrible energy. I tried to avoid them. I started to feel the emotions of the people in the store. They were worn-out, depressed, sad, hopeless, nosey, and had no ambition. Some people felt like lost souls roaming around the store. I discovered the building itself was holding old energy from past shoppers. I wanted to finish shopping for all the things I needed but stopped. I walked to the self-checkout, passed a few more draining people as they were checking out.

I thought, I cannot wait to get out of this store. I walked quickly to my car, as I passed people their energy felt immoral and repulsive. I moved away from their path, and I stated out loud, Oh my God, I hate coming here, and I am not coming here anymore. These types of people were dreadful for me to be around. Not only were these people not aware of what was going on around them, they had no sense of sensibility, kindness, and love. I sensed the opposite things from them. It was like going to a place where the ‘bottom of the barrel’ people hung out. I sensed how they felt. I thought, Why would I want to feel like they do?

I drove the ten-minute drive home. I came inside the house and felt completely depleted. I told my husband what happened at the megastore and I was sorry, but I had to lie down; I was completely worn out. I needed to rest for a while; I felt absolutely dreadful. I rested for an hour and slept for thirty minutes. While I rested, I browsed the internet for another thirty minutes. Then I finally felt like myself again.

If I was to go back to the megastore, I realized I had to do a prayer of protection before I entered the building. I had absorbed these people’s energy like a sponge. The building reeked of substantial energy that was stagnant there; it was in every department I walked through. Negative energy had never bothered me quite this way before. But it definitely did today. I wondered, Why was it so overwhelming to me? Was I changing? Was there more to come? Was this affecting my health?

August 12, 2018

Today I worked on my clairvoyance (faculty of perceiving things in the future) exercise. I wanted to try and contact my neighbor Greg, that had died. His property was for sale. It had been sitting empty for over three years. I thought, Why don’t I ask him who is going to buy it? I did my prayer of protection. Once I felt centered in a meditative state, I began.

I asked, Greg, can you show me something you liked to do when you were alive? A few moments passed, and I started to sense a man in a truck. He had on a white long-sleeve shirt, a cream-colored cowboy hat, a cigarette in his mouth, blue jeans, and big, gold oval belt buckle. He looked to be of average height and thirty years old. The white pickup truck was large in scale. It was sunny and warm outside. Greg walked to the white pickup truck and took off his cowboy hat to get inside of the truck. I saw he had on brown leather cowboy boots. He was driving down the dirt road he lived on and was going to get something to eat in town. I saw him turn onto the highway and take a left. Greg pulled into a diner for breakfast, parked the white pickup truck, and stepped out. He put his cowboy hat on his head and adjusted it. He had on a button down long-sleeve white shirt. I saw the blue jeans, the boots, and the large gold buckle again. He was smoking a cigarette. He laughed. It sounded like Greg’s laugh. He put out the cigarette with his foot on the pavement. He walked over to the big, clear glass door of the diner and walked inside for breakfast. He ordered eggs, sausage, coffee, toast, and orange juice, and he liked to read the paper while he ate.

I asked, Greg can you talk to me?

I heard from Greg, Yes.

I asked, Do you know they are selling your property?

I heard from Greg, Yes.

Greg asked, How are you?

I replied, I’m doing fine. We miss you. Me and my husband.

Greg stated, I am happy here. I heard something about Zena, his dog. Greg whispered, I miss her.

Greg continued, George, I miss him. (George was a close friend of Greg’s when he was alive.)

I asked, Are you with your parents? Greg answered, Yes, they are here.

I asked, Anything else you want to say to me, Greg? I heard nothing.

I asked again, Greg, can you talk to me?

Greg replied, Yes.

I asked, Do you miss your brother?

Greg stated, Not really, sometimes. (Greg and his brother were estranged.)

I asked, Are you happy they are selling your property?

Greg replied sadly, No. I was hoping my sister will be there. I understand she doesn’t want to live here. She wants to be close to family.

Greg told me, You will have good neighbors.

I asked, Do you know who they are?

Greg replied, Yes. Woman, man, and a boy. Horses. They have horses.

I saw an image of a woman in her thirties who had long, dark-brown hair and was wearing a white cowboy hat. I saw a tall man with short dark hair, wearing a brown cowboy hat, a red shirt, and blue jeans with a large belt buckle. He was older than his wife, and they had a young dark-haired boy who was about ten years old.

I asked, Do you know when they will move into your property?

Greg stated, One to two years, not sure.

I asked, Do you have anything to tell me, Greg?

Greg replied, You are a good neighbor; I like you.

I asked, Do you have anything to say to my husband?

Greg spoke kindly, I miss him. He was fun to talk to. He made me laugh.

I asked, Have you seen my husband putting up signs to block off your front gate to your property?

Greg replied, Yes. He is still looking after me. Thank you. (My husband posted no trespassing signs in front of his gate to keep people from turning around in our yard.)

I asked, Are you in a good place where you are?

Greg replied, Yes. Happy here.

I asked, Can you describe it to me?

Greg explained, Big, open. Lots of love. Quiet. People around that care for me. (Greg was from Oklahoma; he kept his property open with not many trees. He loved things quiet. He had no wife or kids.)

I asked, Can you see my husband’s bakery?

Greg responded, Yes. Is doing well. Tell him to keep up the good work. He will be very successful. Greg continued, Catherine. Tell her hello. I miss her. She was at my funeral and so were you. (My husband rented a new place for his bakery after Greg died. Catherine was another close friend of Greg’s, and he left his dog Zena to her in his will. My husband leased a spot for his bakery from Catherine.)

I asked, Greg, when you wrecked in front of me, were you still alive when I was touching you? (When he wrecked in front of me on the highway, I jumped out of my car and ran over to help him.)

Greg answered, Yes, not very long. You were correct. Thank you for helping me. (I talked about Greg’s wreck in my first book, Living Life as an Empath and Medium. I sensed he was alive while I was touching him. But I did not know for sure.)

I stated to Greg, I am sorry I told your brother about your wreck; he was disrespectful.

Greg replied softly, It’s okay. He doesn’t understand. He has lots to learn.

I asked, Greg, can you see your black horse you had there? Are any of your pets with you?

Greg answered, Yes. My horse. Thank you for being a good neighbor.

I replied, Greg, you are welcome. Thank you for talking with me. (Greg owned a black horse that was like a pet for over twenty years. The horse died a few years before Greg died.)

Greg stated, I will see you again one day.

I asked, Greg, do you know anything about my book?

Greg answered quickly, Yes, you wrote about me. The accident. New Year’s Eve. I did not die alone. It was a fear I had. Thank you for being there. I will see you soon one day. Take care. I knew Greg had left. I sensed his presence leave.

I finished the exercise; the time was 3:33 p.m. (333 meant the Holy Trinity) I smiled and laughed. Wow, it was awesome to know that Greg was doing great. He knew what I was doing and what my husband was doing in the present. I sensed Greg was alive at the wreck when I was touching him. That was what he meant. I also sensed he was afraid to die alone. I sensed it when I was around him before the wreck. I prayed before he died, and I asked God to let me be with him when he died, not my husband and I was.

ENCOUNTERING EVIL

August 17, 2018

We arrived at the beautiful Island of Sanibel. Our ten-day vacation hot spot. We were married on the beach on August 4, 2010, at Sanibel Island and had been coming here for years. We were looking forward to having some time to relax, enjoy the beach, and spend some quality time with each other. The red tide was still present here this year, but it was not as appalling as it had been in July. The owner of the cottage, Joel, had discussed this with me on the phone days earlier. I walked to check in at the office where we were staying to obtain the keys. I entered, and I saw a man.

I asked, Are you Joel?

Joel replied with a confused look on his face, Yes, I am.

I thought, Wow, he looks exactly like I imagined he would when we spoke on the phone: about fifty years old, tall, tan, and skinny, with dark-brown hair that curled up at the bottom and was slicked back with some oil, and rose-colored glasses. That was exactly what he looked like. Exactly. I thought, Wow, my abilities are growing for sure.

We parked and started to unload the van of all of our luggage and supplies. We all were sleepy from the twelve-hour drive from North Carolina to here. The view from our cottage was stunning. The ocean front one-bedroom cottage’s space felt heavy, thick to me when I entered the front door. I took a deep breath and remembered my guides informed me to burn sage in the cottage before we arrived. I burned sage in all the rooms in the cottage from top to bottom and worked my way to the front door of the cottage. After I finished, I still sensed heaviness in some areas, under the bed, corners, and the bathroom too. There was a tiny closet in the bedroom; when I burned sage in the closet, I sensed an evil presence inside. What I sensed disturbed me greatly, and I shook it off as being fatigued from the twelve-hour drive. I burned sage in the cottage again. It did not take long, because it was only five hundred square feet in size. Large enough for two people. We unpacked; the cottage seemed lighter after burning sage. But the closet with the louvered door in the bedroom felt the same, evil. I took a deep breath; what I sensed really bothered me. I did not want to put my empty luggage in the closet, but there was no room. The cottage was tiny. I decided at that time not to sleep on that side of the bed closest to the closet. I placed my amethyst crystals on the bedside table on my side of the bed. I hoped it protected me from the evil heaviness that was in the closet.

I felt uneasy and was worried. I thought, Is this place haunted? I asked my guides, Should I burn sage in the cottage tomorrow? It still felt off. Ilene replied, Yes, the building is old. The owner of the cottage stated to us it was built in the 1950s. The interior of the cottage was all wood. The ceilings, floor, and walls. There was an odor coming from the wood that I did not care for. It smelled old, like a building does when it was closed up for years. Even with the beach air blowing through the cottage, the smell never completely was gone. I felt much better after burning sage. Exhausted, we both settled into bed with our schnoodle. We called her Noodle. She weighed about twenty pounds and had light gray curly hair, lovely small brown eyes, floppy ears, and a pom-pom tail like a poodle. She was adorable; she was my small, furry friend. She was beat from the drive too.

While we slept something woke me up, and I heard, I don’t like you. I don’t want to go. This is my home. It was a woman; she sounded sad and heartbroken. I replied, You can stay here; don’t bother me while I am here. That is why I burned sage. I felt bad for her. She seemed sad and did not want to go. The woman’s energy felt negative to me.

The next morning while I took a shower, I asked Ilene if the woman I’d heard from was a negative spirit. Ilene replied, Yes. She wasn’t very nice when she was alive. She was one of the original owners. She won’t bother you; I will protect you. You have set boundaries. Do your prayers of protection if you do the spirit work. She also had many problems when she was alive. I felt better Ilene confirmed what I sensed. She felt negative. I was still concerned about what I suspected.

That evening there was an intense thunderstorm in the middle of the night. The storm woke me up several times. I did not rest well in the new environment.

Early the next morning the clouds were beautiful. There was a nice, light ocean breeze. I decided to go for a walk with Noodle. She was excited and ready for a new adventure. I was concerned about the shore, the red tide. I spoke to my vet before we came, and he warned me not to let her in the ocean. It was toxic for a dog to lick off the water on their fur. I was already stressed to the max from work. This new worry had me on edge. I loved our dog more than anything; she was my best friend. We did everything together. We came across a dead black-tipped shark that had washed ashore. It was about two feet long, a baby. It was sad to see so many different dead fish washing up on the beach. There were several dead fish every two feet along where the tide came in for as far as you could see ahead of you. Of course, Noodle wanted to stick her nose on every fish she saw. It was hard to steer her away from so many dead fish. They were everywhere. I saw no one on the beach at all. It felt good to see no people on the beach in some ways but weird in other ways. The ocean air was thick with toxins from the red tide in the air. It made me cough, depending on which way the wind was blowing. I loved to walk with Noodle up and down the beach. It was heartbreaking to not let her touch the water, and the sand felt tainted from toxins. After a while the coughing worsened, and we walked inside for some fresh air. I realized then that going to the beach wasn’t much fun when the water was polluted.

We walked back to the cottage, and I burned sage in the cottage again. I knew the woman’s name. Sarah Mahoney. I sensed the woman was trying to keep me up last night. Sarah asked me again, When are you leaving my house?

I replied, I am leaving in a few days.

She wanted me out. I heard, I don’t like you, and I am staying.

I replied firmly, Fine, don’t mess with me. I will make you leave.

I heard, I will back off.

I replied firmer, You better.

Ilene reminded me to burn sage that morning and burn sage in the bedroom before bed to keep her out. That was exactly what I was going to do.

Since I had been here, I had seen 4:20, 5:55, and saw now 11:11 on my iPad to write this down in my notes. I saw 4:20 frequently. I learned 420 was from my master guide. 555 meant change was coming; be ready. 1111 meant you were on the right path and keep your thoughts positive. My husband was relaxing and watching TV while Noodle and I were on our walk.

My husband was a baker. He owned his own bakery and needed to get away too. He was fifty-five, Italian, had dark wavy hair, and tanned easily. He was loving, caring, adventurous, funny—a delightful man. He was protective of Noodle and me. This was our family. We did not have children and did not want any. We loved our time together, just relaxing with each other. Our relationship had always been fabulous. We shared everything.

The woman, Sarah Mahoney, was constantly nagging me, saying, When are you getting out of my house? I warned her before, She stated, I want to stay.

I replied, That is fine, let me enjoy my vacation.

Later I asked Ilene, Should I make her leave?

Ilene replied, No, she wants to stay. She cannot harm you.

I asked, Is she with the mob? I sensed the woman was involved in the mob.

Ilene replied, Yes, you scare her, because she knows you can make her leave. If she wanted to stay, fine by me.

Later that evening, I was cooking shrimp with angel hair pasta tossed in parmesan cheese, scallions, garlic seasonings, turmeric, black pepper, basil, and oregano. I sensed I was being watched while I was cooking, I heard, You’re a good cook. It was Sarah again.

I replied, Thank you.

She responded, I would love to make this for Mike. Mike Mahoney was her husband. She continued,